Bluebook: Death Machine


Set my hands on this death machine
Time steals away whatever it can
These days are restless and filled with grey
My heart is beating on
Yesterday, with Sunday papers
And landline phone
Now I stare at the evening sky
Is that a star or a satellite?

Take me back to the days of thunder
Make me feel the feel of wonder
Never take me home
Never take me home

I don't even know what these words mean
People they talk and I try to listen
Dancing my hours on this old balcony
I won't believe it 'cause I feel fine
Something inside is bound to break
Cos they're asking too much of me
And I can't keep up with hands of time
Spinning this death machine out of line

Take me back to the days of thunder
Make me feel the feel of wonder
Never take me home
Never take me home